Angel feels his shoulder being lightly shaken. He opens his eyes and notices his mom looking at him.

“Hey! Sleepy head.” She picks him up and sits down on the sofa with him on her lap.

“Brenda told me you slept all day long. Are you feeling okay?” Angel could tell his mother was concern.

“I’m okay mommy, have we arrived yet?” Angel was still feeling sleepy.

“Yes, we’re here and dinner is set-up outside. Are you awake enough to go outside and met Roy and Joyce?” D.A. was watching Angel.

“Yes Ma’am.” Angel covers a yawn.

Who would have known a small clerical error would cause so much chaos?

The first chapter of my first story ever. Please comment if you enjoy, or if you don't for that matter!

A boy named Alice

Have you ever heard of that song “A boy named Sue”? If you have you might get an inkling about what my life is like. Supposedly the father of the boy named him Sue so he would get teased and bullied in school in order to toughen him up. Well my sire liked that philosophy and named me Alice. Needless to say very much like Sue’s my life isn’t very nice because of it. That is also why I call my sperm donor “sire” I just can’t bring myself to call him “dad” or “father” even. Complete and utter moron, spineless too.

OK, so I'm posting this two days early, but I wanted to do something special for a special person on (or at least near) her birthday. Besides, it's Pi Day, so...

Without further ado, I present:

Smoky Corners 3-NC: Aussie Dreams
(c) 2017
Haylee V

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By Flummox

Reassignment

By Joannebarbarella

The story takes place in an alternate timeline

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Life's never so interesting as when you find out that you've defected in the gender wars involuntarily, but when you find out that the change can also carry the price of your very freedom? Welcome to Erik Mahren's Nightmare.

Oddly enough, becoming an outcast just might be what saves her.

Jericho is a model student at Whateley Academy, just ask him! Join us as he shares with us the joys of life, how to deal with conflict and the dangers of overindulgence of coffee.

Did I mention both of his best friends at school are changelings who missed the Poe Bus?

This is a Whateley Academy Canon story

By Joannebarbarella

The Remains Of The Day. The Rest of D-Day

First hurdle cleared.

I went into my office breathing a sigh of relief and feeling twenty pounds lighter. Margaret had accepted me without blinking an eye. I called her my receptionist but in truth she was much more than that. She was my gate-keeper and the one with whom I shared “post-mortem” appreciations of new and unknown clients. A second opinion of a client is always very valuable, and she was very perceptive….as indeed she had just shown.

Author's Note:

A night of passion, confessions, a conclusion. Or is it a new begining?

Chrissie gets ready for her first date with a man, The date goes well, then another surprise.

The morning after, another big surprise from Kate, and a meeting with Kevin.

Now with something to do these holidays, Sam and his sisters were going to require a few more leotards.

Once again, I'm sorry about the long delay on this. Along with personal matters, I had felt that I had written myself into a corner for a large length of time. I was previously writing this story as it flowed out from my fingertips, not really having an overall goal for it in mind.

However, I'm pleased to say that I've now planned ahead for the next several chapters. With this, I aim to produce chapters at a much faster pace. Thanks to anyone who stayed with me.

Please let me know of any feedback, be it positive or negative. It's very much appreciated.

Chrissie leaves the closset, and enters into a heart to heart discussion with Kate.